(Source: sandandglass, via iamlivinglouder)

“Dear Zoloft, I’d really like my penis back - there are people I need to fuck. Dear Klonopin, you’re really fun with alcohol, but I’d like to remember who I am tomorrow. Dear Klonopin, you’re really fun with alcohol, but I’d like to remember who I am tomorrow. Shit. Dear Wellbutrin, I’m having a really hard time remembering what it’s like to be human, so please give me my feelings back. Dear Remeron, what, where, what, zombie not like feeling icky. Dear lobotomies in a bottle, I know some of you have saved a lot of people, but sometimes, sometimes I just question the cost.”

—   (via orlansky)

Social Anxiety in Punk: Anyone Who is Making You Feel Ashamed of Your Anxiety Shouldn’t Be In Your Life

therunout:

September 30, 2014
by Maryam Hassan

This is part of a recurring series of essays on social anxiety in punk. For more, click here.

There I was, locked in a toilet stall in the restrooms of the Forum in London, shaking uncontrollably. I was trying desperately to muffle my crying because I didn’t want anyone to know that I was having an anxiety attack at a show. Anxiety attacks are shitty at the worst of times but to have one during a show, in a dirty restroom full of loud people was unbearable. There was no one at this show that I could call to help calm me down, I’d already been told on more than one occasion that I had to learn to hold myself together because people were starting to think I was weird. This was the lowest point of my social anxiety, which was triggered by falling into a crowd of people who weren’t really good for me and feeling like I’d isolated myself as it all started to go really wrong.

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Do you think they applaud in the bedroom, too?

conversationsfromthebooth:

The lovers kiss onstage.

Audience: Whooo hoo! Applause Oww! Cheering

Spotlight Operator: “Man, this is a horny audience.”

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thecreatorsproject:

An LED Sculpture Dazzles In Cathedrals’ New Music Video
thisiseverydayracism:

postracialcomments:

whitepeoplestealingculture:

clarknokent:

Bruh



well damn

That came in like a wrecking ball.

thisiseverydayracism:

postracialcomments:

whitepeoplestealingculture:

clarknokent:

Bruh

well damn

That came in like a wrecking ball.

(Source: cherrybrandyismymuse, via ruinedchildhood)

1000drawings:

momoro illustration

cumrn:

blankbabe:

we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones

yeah and? 200 years ago they had oil paintings
life goes on

(via bunchofflowers)

kushandwizdom:

Words of Emotion